We really need to get this one to bed. The other one, too.
He wasn’t the only one disquieted by their surroundings. “Twisty passages, all alike,” he heard Buckley mutter at one point. “Bo– sir, I think that a lot of this is fresh.”
“Fresh?” asked Reithner. She was still steadier than Tobias had expected. Possibly even steadier than he was. “You think these people still have enough energy to dig? Without machines, no-one would waste calories on that.” She sniffed. “Even with machines, what would be the point?”
Tobias’s light unfortunately found a metal plate that had been hung on the wall. Dimly-remembered and particularly unwelcome memories let him recognize the stylized features of Madam Corpse-Mask.This etching had been done by somebody with real skill, somehow managing to evoke both her skeleton body, and the flayed sacrificial face she wore. The outlined horror almost glowed, even after he hastily moved his light elsewhere. Was there a hint of it still on his retinas? Surely not.
“If these people are Red Imperial cultists, Lieutenant,” he managed to say calmly, “then we should try not to understand their point. We might succeed.”
I .. am trepidatiously waiting for this one.
Madness .. the “self vs self of the mind” .. is probably my deepest fear.
What, I’m A Cat, why would you believe me sane?
Mew